Siren

2. Sienna

*4 years earlier"*

My vision started to blur and I was getting more intoxicated by the minute. I was dancing sexily and swaying my hips to the music when I seemed to attract a suitor. He came up behind me and started grinding on me like a filthy animal. The worst part was, I didn't really mind. I had lost pretty much every ounce of self respect I had already, so what would be the point in resisting him? I rolled my head back and breathed in his cologone. He was fairly good looking, and fit too. He turned me around and kissed me roughly on the lips, hungrily. My hands took a fistful of his hair and held him to me. Finally we broke apart, both of us gasping for air.

"I'll be right back sweetheart." He whispered roughly in my ear before heading towards the restroom. I looked after him when I felt a pair of eyes following my movements. The curly haired boy was watching me, again. He was leaning up against the brick wall of the club, his green orbs staring intensely into my blue ones. I marched up to him and leaned against the wall also.

"Why are you always watching me?" I asked him tiredly. He sighed.

"We're the same, you and me. We're both lost. Maybe...I could help." He said simply. I should be creeped out, but this guy had such an intimidating vibe you couldn't help but be turned on, just as you couldn't help but be afraid. And his words were true. I was lost.

"Not interested." I said. I was scared of him, of how much he knew about me already, when we had only met on a few occasions. He wouldn't rape me, would he? My eyes searched for my previous dance partner. The curly haired boy was suddenly in front on me, his arms firmly pressing me into the wall.

"I could make you forget about him, baby." He whispered, softly but with intensity. He started to kiss me softly down my neck. I ignored him. He reached my sweet spot, and I couldn't help but moan. He knew he had won. "I could make you forget about everything." He breathed. I grabbed his curls and pulled him into me, his touch was sending shivers down my back.

"Make me forget."

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I thought alot about Harry these days. All the things we did together, the way he had made me feel...but what was the use of holding onto the past? It just made me depressed, and I refused to go back to that dark place. Depression was a slippery slope, just one false step and you were rock bottom. Or one push. Harry had pushed me down that slope. And it took me a good part of 3 years to climb back up it. So I avoided him at all costs.

Liam didn't make me come to any more One Direction occasions. I think he got the aftermath was just too much to bear for me. I was grateful for Liam. Everytime I felt hurt, or sad, he was always there to pick up the pieces. I loved him. Even if it would never be more than friendship between us, I loved how much he cared, and how he would always be there to kiss away the pain. And I liked how he needed me too. Everytime he had a tough day, he would call me. Even when he knew I would be a bitch to him. He just liked my company.

"Wanna come over?" I chirped to him on the phone.

"Eh......right now?" He said.

"Um yeah......I'm not forcing you or anything though." I told Liam. I played with my hair as I watched cartoons on my TV. Saturdays were awesome.

"No, I want to....but...I currently have company. I don't want to be rude." He whispered through the phone.

"I can come to you." I offered.

"You might not want to do that." He told me.

"And why is that? Is it like some kind of meeting or something?"

"No, it's casual. But..."

"Just spit it out Liam." I was getting irritated.

"Harry's over." He breathed.

"Nevermind. I'll talk to you later." I said firmly.

"Wait Sienna! You can still-" I hung up.

I flipped through channels on my TV like I wasn't upset. It was stupid how I had to lie to myself. Yes, I was upset that Liam was spending time with Harry instead of me. But why should I be? I knew Liam and Harry were friends. Why should Liam not hang out with one of his best mates? I was acting like a spoiled brat. Liam had been giving me all of his devotion for so long, the one time he couldn't I was rude and hung up on him. I should apologize. But when Liam tried to call me back, I ignored him. Dammit. He would probably be worried about me all day. I decided I would wait an hour, giving Harry time to leave, and then I would drive to his flat so I could say sorry.

I got dressed and braided my hair. After I was done getting ready, I went on Facebook for a while to kill time. I checked my phone after a while, I had 3 new messages from Liam. I decided I had waited long enough, so I got into my piece of junk car and drove to Liam's apartment. I ran up the stairs and made my way to his door before knocking. I heard some fumbling before the door opened, revealing a tattered Harry. I fliched at the sight of him.

"Is-Is Liam here?" I asked, my voice cracking. Like I said, I had had many a late night thinking about this boy since our last reunion.

"Yeah." He motioned for me to come inside, and I took a seat on Liam's couch. Well wasn't this uncomfortable.

"So you decided to come over after all?" Harry asked me.

"What do you mean?"

"Liam said you wanted to come over." He stated.

"I was rude to him on the phone. I thought I would apologize to him." I muttered.

"He said you didn't want to come over because of me." He said, a bit louder than before. "Why did you change your mind?" He spoke more softly now.

"I thought you would be gone by now." I said honestly. He was the one who flinched this time. Why did he care anyway? I didn't mean anything to him. He had made that much clear.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He whispered, staring at the floor.

"Please, don't-" Our conversation was cut short as Liam entered the room.

"Sienna!" His face lit up.

"Hey." I gave him a small smile as he hugged me. "I'm sorry." I wispered into his ear.

"Don't worry about it." He whispered back.

"Now get off me! You know I don't like hugs!" I laughed, and he removed himself. I watched as Harry made his way to the door, awkwardly.

"I'll just be going then..." He told Liam. Liam nodded. I felt bad. Harry shouldn't have to leave just because of me. No matter how much I wanted him to.

"No! You can stay. I just came to apologize." I picked up my purse off the couch. "I'll talk to you later Li." I kissed his cheek.

"Are you sure?" Liam asked me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, I have stuff to do anyway." I waved goodbye to Liam and walked out the door. Whew. Being around Harry was mentally exausting. And the aftermath was much worse. I already felt a migraine coming on. I drove home and put my headphones in before climbing into bed and blasting Kelly Clarkson in my ears.